circus

something wrong
something not quite right
confusion
all my life is in surprise delusion
all my world is a torn circus
all my mind is a broken tone
dried land
wasted man
and the eyes of iron mountains stare
at us in curiosity of such sweet pair
laid down in cool soft pace
thoughts in time and out of season
in calm calculus of reason
the sunset shows orange letters
advising your ears
your home is still here
inviolet and certain
please
come home